Hi again! Sorry for the long wait. Have been having lots of orienteering these last weekends (I just KNOW that's a lame excuse).

Anyway. Have to tell you something: it might be ambiguous, but since I didn't know how to translate 'bob', I kept it as 'bob', even though internet tells me it's called a "bucket hat" or "sun hat". So, I keep calling it bob, but it's a bucket hat, just so you know... Tell me if you think it's a good idea for me to go back and change it.

Another translation problem: the insults. Beside from manga I have near to no other source, and I read and watch all my manga in French, so... XD

Again, please tell me if you think of a better translation for any bits of this chapter, some parts I've had to reformulate the sentence for it to be grammatically correct, but if you have a better idea or if you see I've made a mistake... Please tell me about it!

Thanks again to the original author for this awesome story.

Besides that, enjoy your reading!

Kisuke heard that damn phone ring for the second time that night, when he'd just come back from the hospital, where his daughter had made it clear that she didn't want to see him. He picked it up tiredly, and closed his eyes when he heard Ryûken's voice on the other end. He sighed annoyingly.

"If it's to criticize me about my behavior towards my daughter, I don't need your advice, and I above all I don't want it."

"I wouldn't have bothered to call for such a thing, your daughter stole away."

The bucket hat-wearing man sat on the floor, groggy.

"Sorry?! Can you repeat that?!"

"Your daughter has incidentally fleed my hospital in a critical state, so I want you to help me find her before all her stitches snap."

The doctor hung up, and the blond let himself fall to the ground, defeated. He took his head in his hands. What had he done? If his daughter died because of him, he'd feel guilty for it. If he hadn't lectured her just now... He stood up, and woke Tessai, briefing him on the last events. He would simply have to stay awake in case Lisbeth came back here, while he went to fetch her.

"But Karakura isn't a tiny village, your daughter could have bled to death by the time you find her," objected the giant.

"Don't you think I know that?" sighed the blond. "I had in mind to ask the Visored to help me... Well, if Hiyori doesn't welcome me with her foot in my face. We have to hurry," he murmured to himself, and Tessai observed the former Soul Reaper's tense shoulders, and sincerely hoped the brunette was all right.

Liza Yadomaru pushed her glasses up her nose, deep in thought, while, in front of the group of Visored that had stayed in the real world, Urahara had kneeled so they would help him find his daughter. She never would have thought the blond could have a daughter one day. The group discussed the matter, more for the sake of it than anything, they had an enormous debt towards the Soul Reaper. They accepted, and the blond gave them each and every information on the girl. Liza didn't hear half of it, she already had an idea as to where to search for the young lady, if she had the same kind of mind as her father. She headed off for the train station, and found her sleeping, on one of the benches of the waiting room, a suitcase next to her. She stepped forwards to wake her when a detail caught her attention. The brunette's reiatsu. How could Urahara have not noticed it sooner? The kid must have had an incredible control over her reiatsu, if the former Captain hadn't felt the enormous pressure she gave off. The Visored got closer softly, but an announcement woke up the young girl, and she hid behind a pole. She would tail Lisbeth, then call Urahara once she was sure he could come to fetch her without trouble. She followed her when she took a train to a town Liza didn't know, and the hollowified Soul Reaper noticed that Lisbeth moved about like if she hadn't nearly gotten killed a few hours before. The Visored had a bad feeling about this, a really bad feeling.

The trip lasted two hours, after which Lisbeth left the train, Liza behind her like a ninja, and the brunette stayed on the platform, like if she was waiting for someone.

Which was indeed the case, since a young girl wearing a uniform, her black hair tied into double buns, pounced on the brunette without warning, shouting her name. From afar, she saw them talk, and saw the newcomer's face close up, but she didn't hear one word of the conversation. It's at that moment that she informed her colleagues, and continued tailing the brunette.

"Haruka, I need to see Natsu."

The young girl with the buns darkened. Natsu was the leader of Devil's Game, if Lisbeth, who always tried having the least contact with them, needed to see him, and had even changed her mind, like said in her message, then it must have been really important. She nodded, pulling the brunette after her. They went through half of their hometown this way, before getting to an old abandoned sugar refinery, in the industrial zone of the town. Haruka walked up to a door and entered a digital code on a box. The door opened electrically, and Haruka let her friend in front of her before closing it, leaving without knowing it a Visored outside...

Lisbeth walked along the corridors that were familiar to her, while Haruka tried making her slow down, but without success, she needed to know what Fullbriger could be hurting her friends. She needed to know what was going on, and incidentally to defend herself, she didn't want to feel as useless as when she had seen Uryu fall onto the ground. Natsu hadn't promised to help her, but he had already done so, to control her reiatsu and so to ensure she wouldn't always be targeted by Hollows. He even had given her a way to protect herself during a few seconds, precious time to escape a Hollow. He didn't know what she was, but that, she was starting to understand that she might never find the answer, if even Uryu, though he seemed to know about lots of things, could not give her an answer. She hurtled like a fury, before barging, out of breath, in the main room of Devil's Game, of which the headquarters was skillfully concealed by one of its members.

The seven Fullbringers that were part of the group turned to her, and Natsu stood up. He was a short and pretty lean man, with a strange top hat, that covered his oakum white hair. He had always reminded her of the Mad Hatter in Alice. She stood in front of him, hands on her hips, before declaring confidently:

"I need your help Natsu."

"What makes you think I would help you, you English?" he answered casually.

The nickname didn't even bother Lisbeth, with this old madman she had ended up getting used to it. Strange enough his laid-back attitude reminded her a moment of her father, that behaved the same way, but she pulled herself together and cast away her thoughts to concentrate on the only person that could help her, at least to her knowledge. She undid the first two buttons of her shirt to reveal the bandages that bounded her chest, making a murmur of disbelief rise within the group, and getting a yelp from her best friend. She looked straight into Natsu's green orbs and calmly declared:

"Early in the evening I was with a friend, who has the same problem as me. We saw a peculiar man on an electric pole. He used, and I am sure of that, a Fullbringer's capacity to move on, leaping from one house to another and walking in mid-air. My friend followed him, and I did too. That nearly got us killed. So Natsu, all I want is that you help me identify this prick and beat him so he can't hurt the ones who are dear to me again."

"No."

The answer was emphatic, and Lisbeth immediately asked why he refused.

"I can't help you, you English, even if your powers are similar to ours. It seems you are dangerous."

The brunette raised an eyebrow, before wanting more information, but the old man didn't let anything slip. She turned back to her friend, who was apparently just as shocked as her, when a man, that she hadn't noticed at first, stepped from behind a pole. Blond, his hair stopping at his chin, wearing a white shirt and tie. Lisbeth tensed, before turning to Natsu.

"You filthy prick, since when had you planned all this?"

"Haruka sent me a message to inform me of your arrival, and I myself sent a message to Shinji Hirako at that moment. I've known him longer than you, you English, and when I described your problem to him, he asked if he could meet you. I only gave him a way to do so... Now, run along, I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."

The brunette barely managed to stop herself from pouncing on him, but for her friend's sake, she only turned on her heels and crossed the door, tears streaming down her face. She felt the blond was following her, but she didn't care much about it. He caught up with her and grabbed her wrist.

"Wait."

It was an order, the brunette could not mistake it. She turned towards the blond, and spat for him to deal with his own business.

"I can help you, with your powers. You've been seeing Hollows since you're little, right?"

She nodded, not understanding what the stranger was getting at, but if he could help her... She didn't trust him, however she was out of options. She couldn't imagine herself going back to her father's, who would surely question her mysteriously nearly healed wounds, and Natsu didn't want to see her again.

"What do you want with me?"

"To help you, as much as possible. And..."

He drew near to her ear before whispering to her:

"That you learn to control what you have inside of you."

She started, and pulled away from the blond's grasp, unsettled. How could he know about this? Even to Haruka she hadn't said a word of it.

She had never spoken about her interior Hollow.

Lisbeth became wary, and immediately got defensive.

"How can you have guessed? Who are you really?"

The blond laughed quietly.

"To know, you need to follow me. You comin'?"

He held his hand out to her. He felt something in the young brunette in front of him that was the same in Ichigo, Urahara must have seen one of the girl's parents go by, who must also be a former Soul Reaper, like Isshin. In any case, this young girl happened to have Soul Reaper and Hollow powers. And some way or another, this could be explained. He however could not leave her alone in the wide world. She was much too easy a prey...

The brunette in front of him hesitated, before taking his hand a sealing the tacit agreement.